[So it -- well, he -- is a boy. Okay, that solves that. Though at the beckoning gesture, Sakura's eyes grow wide. She slowly offers the pencil to him, along with the paper]
[What he looked like... It feels like a lifetime ago, but he still remembers looking in the mirror and examining himself. Trying to stir up any of his own memories.
So he writes down.]
I do.
[He hesitates and then pulls back the pencil. He could try to sketch his face from memory... but he has no confidence in his ability to do so. He can't feel the talent of the SHSL Animator, no matter how hard he tries.]
Except no, this doesn't match up with her assumptions of him being too quick-witted to be caught by a spell. Her pencil slows, attempting to draw someone who doesn't look exactly like her former friend.]
[He watches as she draws, curiously. And he thinks about her question. He doesn't remember wearing glasses - and yet his roommate said something about glasses, didn't he? Did he wear glasses?
He wonders. And he scrawls simply in one margin. "I don't know."]
[...He pauses and sidles closer as he gets a better look at the sketch. It really does look just like what he remembers... what he remembers looking like.
He stares silently for several moments before he tries to write again, directly below the drawing.
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Can you write?
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Sloppily, he writes, "I can write. Draw a little."]
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Perfect! Then you can answer my questions in more detail.
[Hmmm... but what to ask first? She feels like she's on the clock, and so resists wasting time with questions that won't benefit him.]
Okay, um... Do you remember what you looked like?
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So he writes down.]
I do.
[He hesitates and then pulls back the pencil. He could try to sketch his face from memory... but he has no confidence in his ability to do so. He can't feel the talent of the SHSL Animator, no matter how hard he tries.]
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Well... I know how to draw. Maybe if you give me some descriptors, I can draw something to your previous likeness?
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Then he slowly and messily starts to write down some descriptions that apply to him. Short blonde hair. Blue eyes. Chubby cheeks.]
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Except no, this doesn't match up with her assumptions of him being too quick-witted to be caught by a spell. Her pencil slows, attempting to draw someone who doesn't look exactly like her former friend.]
Did you wear glasses? Just curious.
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He wonders. And he scrawls simply in one margin. "I don't know."]
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... It really is starting to look like Byakuya, though.
But to that she just laughs, sadly and in apology. Briefly she puts down the pencil.]
Sorry, I know this isn't you...I guess I just have a person on my mind right now.
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He stares silently for several moments before he tries to write again, directly below the drawing.
"This looks correct."]
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...
Her reply will be slow. There's an ungodly amount of staring before she even thinks to speak]
Byakuya-san?
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The way she says it... He starts to feel something. That might just be part of his true name...]